While my skiing days might be few and far between until we find a treatment for this disease, that's okay if, and only if, I realize the importance of harnessing that frustration and anger and channeling it into more valuable assets.
Before I met Arlene (ex-wife), I had lived 27 blissful years neither needing, nor wanting, to ski. Unfortunately for me, after meeting Arlene and her family, things quickly went downhill (that can be taken in so many ways).
Up here at altitude you can not only see the late autumn, you can feel it, too. It wasn't at all like Lake Tahoe, where summer still seemed to be raging as we drove the winding road from our mountain chalet.
Snowboarding has been good to me. It gave me a reason to go to Aspen to harass Hunter S. Thompson and hit on foreign au pairs and nannys. But that's all over now. This year, I will not be snowboarding.